the bike ride that leads to an amazing blue green eyed magnet

1. summertime and one of those long aimless bike rides that take you much further away from home than you thought you'd gone. the sun is starting to fade- or at least the day is no longer a fresh new baby...i'm realizing that i'm somewhere near renton (!) so i decide to throw my bike on a bus. when i get off the bus, it seems i've gone to far and now i'm near portland, oregon. i stop in at a book store and laurel is there with me and says to check out the back of the willamette weekly for the number for the "little red cab".

as i'm at the book store i notice two hip but sloppy looking hard-rollers outside. when i'm calling the cab i notice one of them answer. we make eye contact while on the phone and then i go out and see that they're the ones who operate the little red cab. it has bullet marks through the back windshield i notice as i look behind us.

we drive for a short time but then end up at their house. Laurel and i check their computer for more bus schedules and decide to skip out on cab fare (they barely drove us anywhere and fell asleep during the job...) and i write a note in pencil that says simply "sorry about fare. i think you're adorable."

busses don't get us far. laurel is replaced by james on and off. i'm thinking about hitch hiking as i approach a strange parking lot...and lo, another little red cab. this one has like 4 people in it already, but they say they'll take two more.  

the driver, he has a mouth on him, a devils advocate type. I also am incredibly bold in this dream.  He is not so subtly hitting on me. He's got perfect olive skin. and eventually he tells his friend to drive when we're at the next stop. We're sitting next to each other now. it seems like we've been in this cab for 3 days. His touch is so gentle and sensitive, and we are magnets for each other. you know when you touch someone and their whole body seems to reverberate from it---or you reverberate from it...

i have my arms around him and we're so at the brink, so love-bubbling-under, lust icing, and it's spontaneous as well as committed when he says 'you know you're my girl.' (Waking LOL)

We don't sit next to each other the next time we get in the cab. he's driving again and i say something about a bill board we pass. he says 'you always comment - almost without exception- on any advertising that shows a beautiful woman. what's going on? you have nothing to be jealous about so what is it?' i talk about unattainable beauty standards and so on, leading to a conversation on some feminisms. This conversation gets cut off by more and more people getting in the cab. people the other four know. so now we have like 8 people in this cab- it's a station wagon. someone talking to the new rider they know as a friend is like "Polly, get in the back seat!"  She makes a pouty face and then smiles. They are candy ravers and are the most colorful specimens i'd seen the whole trip.

My cab driving man is teasing me, we haven't eased any tensions, we are not a reliable combination but a highly combustible one. he says "but i bet you wouldn't be caught dead sixty-nining me, baby," under his breath as we are standing next the car at a stop. Gawd, he's so sexy. (ANOTHER WAKING LOL) when he looks away out onto the road i notice his amazing blue green eyes slightly squinted. i want that magnetic touch and I'm going to get it.